I am a Prisoner of my Past,
Cause I'm in love with an old fossil
that I'm longing to have back.


But I've stuck my feet 
in wet cement,
and let it harden.
My past insecurities are
like heavy chains,
tied round my ankle.


Why do I hold onto this
old label of myself?
Why am I so
afraid of change?


God please help me,
I'm a Prisoner of my Past.
Cause I'm in love with an old fossil, 
Because I think it's still alive
But the reality of it is,
it's been altered in my mind.